Jack's needle now thread a stitch of dames bred
Don't look far ahead, Jack's heart now bled
He cried the sea of red, the stirred waves of dread
For wise owl's wing spread, parting words in his head
Let hindsight be wed and hotbed be dead
Let your swing be fled and loving paths be fed
Listen to words said, settle the homestead
For homes on the heart with a wife ... better stead
Logan Robertson
6/7/2018
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC
Jack's needle now thread a stitch of dames bred
Don't look far ahead, Jack's heart now bled
He cried the sea of red, the stirred waves of dread
For wise owl's wing spread, parting words in his head
Let hindsight be wed and hotbed be dead
Let your swing be fled and loving paths be fed
Listen to words said, settle the homestead
For homes on the heart with a wife ... better stead
Logan Robertson
6/7/2018
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